The Ice Was Getting Thinner....Death Cab for Cutie

We're not the same, dear, as we used to be
The seasons have changed and so have we
There was little we could say and even less that we could do
To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you

We buried our love in the wintery grave
A lump in the snow was all that remained
But we stayed by its side, as the days turned to weeks
And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak

When the spring arrived, we were taken by surprise
When the flows under our feet bled into the sea
And nothing was left for you and me

We're not the same dear and it seems to me
There's nowhere we can go with nothing underneath
Then it saddens me to say what we both knew was true
That the ice was getting thinner under me and you

The ice was getting thinner under me and you.

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It is hard not to mourn the death of something you have nurtured. But, with the passing of one thing comes the opening of your heart, time and space for something new and hopefully more beautiful. After all when a relationship dies, it usually means it was sick. Is it better to hold onto what is not working or releasing yourself (and others) to experience something more satisfying. Life is short and we should live it to the fullest, even when that means venturing off to the unknown, alone, for the rewards are certainly worth the risk.